An: First Walking Dead story! Please Review and tell me how I did.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OCs and the plot.

Chapter 1

Well, if a strange virus running through my town like a forest fire isn't enough, I get taken hostage by some random psycho! Yep, that's the Apocalypse for you!

I sigh and bang my head against the basement wall. 'On the bright side, things could get worse', I muse with a bitter smile.

Although at this particular moment, I don't see how it could get worse. My right leg is chained to a freaking wall, I haven't eaten in...days, and there's a freaking apocalypse going on right above my head!

I bang the back of my head on the wall and will the ever familiar darkness to take me. I begin to see black spots cloud my vision.

"How can things could get worse, when they already are?"I whisper, closing my aching eye lids.

~Flashback over~ 3 weeks ago~

"Jenny! I'm going to work, okay! You better get on that bus, you hear me! I love you! See you when I get home!"

I shut the door behind me and made my way to my truck. Man, did I love that truck. I've had it since I was about...16, I think. My truck was black...with flames on the side.

I smile thinking about the old memories this truck has. I open the door and hop in, throwing my stuff in the passenger seat. I crank up my truck, smiling when he leaps to life, and back out of my driveway.

After a while of driving down the empty road, I being to develop this nagging feeling at the pit of my stomach. The feeling gets so nauseating I contemplate, turning around and heading right back home, and calling in sick at work. I push down the feeling with great effort and turn on the radio.

Oddly enough, all the radio stations seemed to be down. For a long time all I get is static seeping through the radio, then the beeping started, followed by a...unnerving message.

"A virus is rapidly spreading across the nation! Remain indoors and stay away from the infected to prevent the infection from spreading. Infected people are spreading the virus by biting or scratching another person. Symptoms of the infection are as following: fever, coughing up blood, hallucination, and excessive bleeding from infected area. I repeat, remain indoors and stay away from an infected person."

"A virus...I think, I heard something about that. Could the virus be that bad?" I take a peek at my watch. The bright neon lights glaring back at me read 8:15. "Maybe I should pick Jenny up early today."

I saw the sign up ahead and took a right getting on to the main highway. Soon enough, I'm sitting in the driveway at the local vet clinic. I shut off my truck and step out.

The vet clinic was old but sturdy. It had a large pin off to the side, holding many dogs of all shapes and sizes. The inside of the clinic was as old looking as the outside, yet held a home-like, welcoming quality to it. There was a waiting room to the right and a front desk to the left. There was a door behind the front desk leading to the rest of the clinic, where all the supplies and animals are kept.

I hopped over the front desk and went into the back and slipped into my work uniform, stuffing my street clothes in my locker. I returned to the front, when the bells over the door rung. A little old lady holding her cat came in.

I smiled at the old woman and looked at the sign-in clipboard, resting on the edge of the desk. The little old lady reached her trembling hand to the clipboard and picked up the ball-point pen sitting next to it and signed her name.

I peeked over the desk and caught a glance at her name. I smiled at the woman and asked,"Well, what can I do for you today, Mrs. Wendin?"

"Mr. Skittles needs his examination,"she said, gesturing to the cat, sleeping in her arms.

"Well, why don't you take him to room...2 and I'll be right with you,"I said.

The bell rang for another time and two women stepped in. The first woman was blond with her hair in a high ponytail and the other woman was a brunette with her hair in a side-braid.

"Jane, Charlie. I'll be in Rm. 2 with Mrs. Wendin, examining her cat,"I said, stepping out from beind the desk and making my way to room 2.

After examing the aging cat, I gave Mrs. Wending a brief smile and said he was perfectly healthy, before leaving the room and throwing my gloves in the nearest garbage can.

I walked back to the from desk and took a seat next to Charlotte. She was reading a book and kept glancing up at the door, waiting for a new patient to walk in. When she noticed me sitting next to her, she closed her book and turned to face me.

"How's it goin', Shea?"

"Good, Char. Is Jane with a patient?"

"Yep, Mr. Anderson came in with his dog, Snoopy, in Room 4,"she said, her green eyes glinting with amusement.

Mr. Anderson was an old client with a big, old dog, who started stopping by more often claiming that his dog had some problem or another. Mr. Anderson was 6'4, in his late 20's with dirty blonde hair and dark, brown eyes, and most of all, he was perfect for Jane.

I looked at my wrist and it read 9:27. I sighed and looked back at Charolette.

"Have you heard about a virus, recently?"I asked looking around the small waiting room.

"Yeah...I heard about that, but I haven't really had the time to research on it. All I know is a lot of people are getting sick with it,"Charolette said with a shrug.

"Is it like the flu or something?"

"Could be, but like I said, I don't really know,"Charolette said, pulling out her iPod and sticking an ear bud in each ear.

I sighed and looked around the waiting room. 'Usually we have more people around than this. Maybe business is just slow today.'

I got back up and headed to the back to care for the sick animals. When I came back to the front, Charolette was still listening to her music. I took a peek at the clip-board and only two names were written down: Mr. Anderson and Mrs. Wendin.

I sighed and walked out the front door to the side of the building to take care of the animals in the pin.

I went to a shed next to the pin and opened the door and pulled out a bag of dog food and cat food. I pulled out my Swiss Army Knife and cut open the bags. After feeding all the animals, I went back into the shed and carried out a milk carton filled with water in each hand.

After playing with some of the animals, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and glanced down at my wrist. It was 12:49!

"Man, I've been out here for a while,"I thought as I headed around the building and back to the front door.

I pushed open the door and looked around the office. Charolette and Jane were crowded around the flatscreen TV in the waiting room.

"Hey, what ya watchin'?"I asked as I came to stand next to Charolette.

Charolette, looking like she had seen a ghost, turned to me. She opened and closed her mouth, heavily resembling a fish, before just pointing at the screen.

"It's about that virus,"Jane whispered. Her tone was strange to say the least. She always had that carefree and lively voice, but right now, her voice sounded like a broken bell, filled with dread...and grief.

I turned my attention to the screen.

People on the screen were running...frantically, as if their life depended on it. Many of the people looked sickly pale...and were bleeding...heavily.

I read the words on the bottom of the screen. It was the same message I had heard this morning. A middle-aged woman with blonde hair stepped into the middle of the screen.

"My name is Sarah Bartous. I am reporting live from New York City. Whatever is happening here is crazy! It seems to be linked with this new virus! People are rioting in the streets. Whatever this is, it is spreading. People are dying and rising from the dead to EAT the person closes to them! New York has fallen! I repeat, New York has fallen!"

The woman was looking straight at the camera, when someone, who was deathly pale, came up behind her and sunk their teeth into her neck. She shrieked and bashed her microphone into the person's skull. She fell to the ground. She clasped her hands around her wound as blood seeped through her fingers.

People started screaming in the distance, and then the whole screen went blank.

"People...dying...then...living...and..e-e-eating. ..other people?"Jane questioned, as she sunk back into a chair. She had gone deathly pale and even her blonde locks seemed to lose life.

Charolette took in a shaky breath, running her hands through her hair. "I need to go check on my brother. I'll be back, later. Maybe that whole thing on the screen was...just a hoax...Maybe, either way I need to go get him."

Charolette grabbed her bag and keys and headed out the door. I put a hand on her shoulder, halting her from leaving.

I took a deep breath and said with a small, sad smile,"Be carefull."

My friend smiled a drew me into a hug, before pulling away. "You, too."

She walked out the door and jumped into her jeep and pulled away from the clinic.

I looked back over at Jane. She was shaking in her seat. I had to make sure she was alright, before heading out to find Jenny.

"Jane,"I called softly.

She whipped her head up to stare at my with wide, scared eyes.

"Why don't I call someone to come get you, and we can close the clinic early today?" I said, resting my hand on her shoulder.

She hesitantily nodded her head. She stood up and followed me to the back room. I sat her down on a bench near the lockers and headed back to the front desk. I picked up the wireless phone and began to dial Jane's cousin's number.

The phone rang several minutes before it went to voice mail. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I walked back into the backroom to find Jane fast asleep on the bench. I sighed and walked to the supply room. I flicked on the switch.

I stood on my tip-toes to reach the blankets on the top shelf. I managed to grab one, before loosing my balance and falling backwards on my butt. I hissed as a struggled to stand up. I grabbed the blanket, lying next to me, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

I drapped the blanket over the sleeping girl and went to change out of my vet uniform.

When I got to my locker, I pulled out my jeans, my black boots, and my dark-green tanktop, before hastily throwing them on.

Crash!

I was pulling my tanktop over my head when the crash resounded from the other room. I raced back into the room, where I had left Jane, sleeping next to the lockers. I stopped next to Jane and shook her awake. "Jane! Get up! Now!"

She woke up and looked around, before her gaze settled on me,"W-What's going on?"

"I don't know. I think, you need to get up, while I find out what made that crash," I said, before turning on my heel and leaving her sitting next to the lockers.

I went through the door seperating the lockers area from the room filled with sick animals.

The back door had been shoved open and a glass container of cotton balls had been sent to the floor. I looked around the room, but a trail of crimson liquid froze me in place. I stared at the trail before grabbing a scapel off a nearby table and following the crimson trail.

My breathing was becoming unsteady as the trail started getting wider and lead around a corner. I took a deep breath, before slowly taking a step around the corner.

"Oh, God," I breathed, before taking a step back, causing a nearby shelf to rattle.

The thing infront of my was crouched down infront of a german sheperd mix, ripping out the poor thing's innards. It's ears perked up and the thing stumbled around.

The thing was a human being but it wasn't. The thing was once a tall black man, but now it was...something else. He had a chunk of skin missing from his neck with intesting hanging from his now snapping jaws. His eyes, though, they were the most terrifying. His eyes were dead and glazed over and there was a hunger deep within them, that made me shiver as I staggered around the corner with the man on my heels.

I was close to hypervenalating, when I pushed open the door and shoved it closed, before that...THING could get in.

Jane was standing in front of me with horror etched into her face as she took in my panicked expression.

"What's going on?"

"I have no idea, but we need to get out of here and fast!"I said. I ran out the door and grabbed my keys off the desk.

Jane grabbed my arm and looked at me,"What's going on?"

"Like I said, I have no idea! We need to get out of here!"I said, pulling my arm out of her grip.

She grabbed her keys and followed me out the front door of the clinic. I was on my way to my truck, when Jane shrieked. There were two men clinging to her. One man was biting into her neck and the other was clawing at my stomach. I scream and towards her.

I tackled the guy clawing at her stomach. I pulled back my scapel and drove it straight into the man's head. I didn't hear anything except Jane's anguished cries as I ripped my scapel out of the first man's head and plunged it into the other's. As three bodies fell to the ground, all I could do was stare at the blood coating my hands.

I looked over Jane's fallen body. Her face was covered in blood and her stomach was ripped open, as was her neck. Her breathing was fast and shallow. Her face was turned to the side and blood was pooling on the ground around her neck.

She started coughing up mouthfuls of blood. She turned her head to look at me,"S..Sh..Shea? I don't think...that...that...virus...was a...hoax. Am...Am I dying?"

I knelt next her and ran my over her hair. I stared into her eyes with a sad gaze. "I think so."

"I'm...starting to feel cold...really cold,"She said, looking at me. "I'm...sorry."

"For what?"I asked.

"For...causing you...so much..trouble...over the years..."She said with a sad, watery smile. Her eyes were beginning to glaze over and she had silent tears pooling at her eyes.

"You weren't always trouble...you were my friend,"I said. I smiled at her with pained eyes. True she was a pain in the ass sometimes, but she was my friend.

"Thank..you...for everything,"She said with a bright smile, before the light in her eyes flickered out and her chest failed to rise again. I closed her eyes and stumbled away from her dead body. I clutched my hands on my knees and took several deep breaths.

I looked at the scene around me and realized...there was so much blood. There was so much blood. And a portion of it was now all over me.

I had Jane's and those other two's blood all over me.

I ran to the side of the building and began to throw up all of my breaksfast into the rose bush we had planted last Summer.

After throwing up everything in my stomach, but the stomach, itself. I slumped against the side of the building. I stayed like that for an hour with my head in my hands.

I looked up to the sound of stumbling feet and moans. I causiously peered around the building to see at least six of those...things feasting on the dead remains of my departed friend. I shook my head and used this as my distraction to get the heck out of their and to my truck.

I cautiously stepped into my truck and closed the door as silently as I could. I started my truck and nearly all the heads turned to look in my direction. I cursed several words under my breath before backing out of the clinic and speeding down the street.

Glancing at my mirror, I could see a few trying to chase me, before they returned to their...meal.

'What were those things? Wait...were they-no those things are fiction?' the rational part of my mind quipped.

I began to add up the facts in my head as to what they were.

1) They were once living, breathing beings.

2) They are now dead but still walking.

3) They enjoy eating flesh from living things.

4) Only a hit to the head...to the brain will kill them for good.

5) You become infected and turn into one of them, if you are bitten or scratched.

That settles it these things are most likely...zombies.

"I need to get to Jen,"I mumbled to myself, as I stomped harder on the gas pedal.

I stopped my truck as I got to the borderline of where the school should be. The first thing I noticed where the cars.

Not that I'm going shopping for cars or anything, but these cars were...on fire! Literally.

There were blood stains on the sidewalk. I took shakey steps to the front of the highschool and pulled open the doors. I peeked into the halls and they were still, silent, and most of all, creepy. I never liked highschool. I walked through the halls and came to the front office.

I readied my scapel and shoved open the door. It was empty! Thank God!

I pocketed my scapel before moving to the computer on the front desk. I hacked into the school's network and scrolled through the files til I came to Jenny's name. I clicked on her file.

If this was any other time, I would be pissed at her, but right now, Imma jumpin' for joy! Today, she was marked absent, which means she skipped school! Which means she's still at home! Which means she might be safe!

I jumped out of the chair and throw open the door, before scurrying down the hall and out the door. I dodge a Soccer Mom zombie, before jumping in my truck and running her used-to-be-alive butt over.

I sped home and jumped out of my car. I stopped dead in my tracks, when I saw my front door busted down.

I started breathing heavy, when I stepped over what used-to-be my front door. I walked through my house and was slammed into the side of the nearby table, when some dead chick tackled me.

I was struggling to keep her dead hands and teeth from ripping into my neck, so I couldn't reach for my pocketed scapel. Her teeth were closing in; ready to start feasting on my neck, when I shifted all my body weight and managed to push her back, while catapulting over the table and landing on my feet on the other side.

I grabbed the rolling pin over the stove and bashed her in the head several times, before slumping back against the kitchen sink, breathing heavily.

She took a few minutes, so her breathing could calm down before she pushed off the sink and headed for the stairs. She scaled the stairs and stopped at the second floor.

"Jen? Jenny? Are you here?" She softly called, holding her rolling pin out and ready for any ambush.

My feet took me to stand in front of a wooden door with Jen painted in bright, bold colors on the front. Shaking slightly, I laid my hand on the knob and opened the door, refusing to look at the crimson pooling from underneath.

Creeeaaakkkk.

I shuffled back and fell to the ground. I rocked on the floor and began to cry my eyes out. I was bawling so hard I barely noticed her crawling to me. I frantically scooted away from her as she stuck her hand out to me. I was shaking my head and crying. Blood and tears was all I saw as I was forced to stab her in the head.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry,"I kept saying over and over as I cried into my hands. I took her small hand in mine and cried.

I was home. I was alive. I was alone.

Jen...Jenny was gone. Now everything and anyone I had left in this world...was gone.

What was I suppose to do now?

~Flashback over~

I blinked at the cement wall and sighed as the chain attached to my right leg rattled.

What was I suppose to do now?

'Get the hell out of here and...Survive.'

An: So what do yah think? This is my first Walking Dead story, so I seriously don't know if this is any good at all, so...please review and tell me what you think. Whether or not I should continue this story.

If I do continue this, then the next chapter I will reveal a little more about her situation. Also, her name is Shea, if you haven't realized that, yet. Also, in the summary, did you guys think the person that was taken hostage was Daryl, because if it did then I might need to fix that.

So thank you for reading and please review! :D

-mks :)